Luyện nghe bài hát Starry Night

[Quincy
Starry night.. an unknown
Written by, and from the archives of Shakur
Dedicated to the of Vincent Van Gogh

A creative heart with satisfying
this dorment and uncaring
You have given the stars at night
and you have given them bountiful of sunflowers
but for you only contempt
Though you pour into that frame and present it so proudly
this world could not accept masterpieces, from the heart
So on that starry night, you gave to us and you took from us
the one we never acknowledged, your life..

Mall]
Yeah, laid down by Q, y'knawmsayin?
by Rasheeda, fly beat by QDIII
And by the M-A-C y'all, Mr. M-A-C Mall

Rasheeda]
Starry night, your
You gave to us, and took from us
night, your life
You to us, and took away from us

Mall]
Uhh, uhh.. me live my art; writin words from my soul in blood
I speak the truth on every I love
I'll probably sacrifice my life.. to my message through mics
It's like a war drum callin soldiers at
It's bigger than music I spit it straight the heart
So it's n dark and deep like a universe, but nah don't start
It's for ya entertainment but my life y'all
And I can't rewind, fast forward, or press
But when you give all, it's like the fans demand more
And after the tour I sit alone before
When ya is hot it's all love, the world is yours
But when you off, you get ignored

[Mac
You on the cover of da magazine, flossin on the TV
Toastin wit yo' champagne, playin life a game
Loaded in the limousine, love to the fans scream
wit the sharks now, ain't no love - money king
People got they hands out but ain't nobody lendin
Can you really blame dem for to get what they can?
Late night, lights, lust n lies
And anythang goes the Hollywood sign
Well you might ya soul and who knows what you find
But go ahead main we all shine...
But go main we all wanna shine...

[Mac
There you it..
Y'know, I was younger I prayed, to get in this game
Y'know to hold dis microphone in my
I the man upstairs, to let me rock a crowd one day
Y'know let people out feel the way I feel through my music
Like my homeboy did fo' sho'
And he gave to me
But he didn't he didn't he didn't let me
about all the shady shit that's in, in
you and yo' dream,
See it's more the music, I spit it from the heart
So sometime it's n it's dark, but it's raw
And that's how I'ma it to you every time, y'know?

(fades out)